WHO KNOCKS
Who comes a knocking at my door,
Through wind and rain and storms galore?
A spirit risen from the grave?
I won't answer, for I'm not brave.
I cover my head with the sheet.
I hear again those pounding feet.
Who is it out there in the night?
Why does it give me such a fright?
God help me, I cry in torment.
Bring back the sun and all it meant.
I cannot bear this place of doom.
Allow me to flly from this room.
Deliver me from earthly care;
Clothe me in light, I am so bare.
My heart is heavy sad alack;
On this road there's no turning back.
I am filled with deep, dark terror.
Life is like a broken mirror.
The shards pierce me with misery;
On my knees, I ask for pity.
Only Your love can heal me, God.
Ease my burden, remove Thy rod.
Lift me up to heaven with love.
Send me an angel from above.
~Florence Picciotti